Dancer Novels & Stories

Her entire soul left her body. “Oh my—STOP!” She turned to flee, but the dancer smoothly stepped in front of her, blocking her escape. Penelope nearly fell off the couch laughing. “THERE IS NO ESCAPE, BRIDE-TO-BE!” Sabrina turned red. "I AM A WOMAN WITH A VERY SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP!!" The dancer smirked. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I’m just here to entertain.” And then— He did a body roll. Right in front of her.

Lila's pov “This is Caleb A.K.A black vortex” Damon said, nodding toward the figure in the corner. “He works with me as my side kick” Immediately, I heard the name "Black Vortex," and my breath hitched.The name wasn’t just familiar; it was infamous. Black Vortex was a shadow in the underground world, a digital phantom who could infiltrate the most secure systems without leaving a trace. He also had the ability to manipulate shadows, bending them to his will, creating illusions that could disorient or terrify his enemies. This power made him a master of stealth, able to move unseen and strike from the darkness.

Strange how such lessons could eventually become useful, despised as they were. She found herself at the bottom stair of the sunken stage a moment later, watching a young male dancer bend himself so far backward his head nearly grazed the ground, and his stomach undulating in an unending wave as he rose back up, seemingly effortlessly to his feet. It was an impressive display of flexibility and control. Especially considering the undulations were keeping perfect time with a pair of enthusiastic drummers. She could see Thelios off to her left, out of the corner of her vision...but dare not look in any direction but ahead. She prayed the veil hid her adequately.

"Dark nipples." "You may be a stripper and all, but this is a public park." "I'm just proud of my body and likes to show it any chance I get." I look away. "Stop being obscene." By the time I look back at her, she's properly dressed with a frown on her face. It doesn't take long for the frown to change into a smile. "You're a dancer, right? Dance for me." "No. I only dance for my friends and family."

She ended her performance with a dramatic saut de chat, leaping into the air and landing with a flourish, her smile lighting up the stage. I clapped my hands in excitement. Ire was born to be a dancer. She was really a professional. Adriana was up, she took her turn, embodying the essence of classic ballet. She began with a series of adagio movements, showcasing her control and flexibility. Transitioning into a series of piqués, she moved with precision, each step deliberate and steady. She finished with a series of grand pliés, her arms gracefully lifting as she descended, embodying elegance.

Mrs White said in front of the pantry. "It's still crowded, loud music and people passing by. I enjoyed it, mother. Regardless of what people say, I myself chose to work as a pole dancer. Dancing and being paid large sums of money is an easy job. All I need to be careful about is that I don't get harassed.” Grace said smiling. She was heating the food she brought earlier for dinner together.

I eagerly checked. "Only one," he allowed. "Are you a shrink or a dancer?" I teased. "Why do I get the feeling that I'm expected to be only one, without the other?" He asked, with a chuckle. "Because that's the thing, you can only be one." I shrugged. "Okay then, I'm a dance instructor." He informed, then expanded with his favorite line. "Who also happens to be observant enough, to pass for a shrink." I rolled my eyes at him.

Poking with her elbow, Helen replied curiously, "It seems like you are already dreaming for someone else. Come on girl, say who is it?" "Ugh! None Helen. I will love to stay single. A happy free life," rolling her eyes, Daisy replied. They both joined with the crowd on the dance floor. Daisy's sexy figure was moving swiftly with the beat of the music. Daisy was a professional dancer so no doubt, her moves on the dance floor was very charming and seducing.

“She’s off to a hell of a start.” Anaisse scowled at him. “Sure, plenty of people would say working at Phoenix Club doesn’t qualify as legitimate dancing, and consider it proof she doesn’t have what it takes to succeed, but it’s not true. She’s an amazing entertainer. She’s had lots of auditions and callbacks. Even at Phoenix, her artistry stands out. Those routines require more skill and technique than your average bump and grind. For her, dancing encompasses more than mere movement… She embodies a character, tells a story.” “You’re a fan,” he observed quietly, unable to hold on to his anger.

"I searched for your name and realized you performed one of my difficult ballets five years ago." I forced a smile on my face. I didn’t know if I should be happy that she found something exciting about me or that I was a failed dancer. "As a ballerina, when dancing, you let your audience be moved by how you dance and not by how well you can move. Dancing is like a connection to your soul," I said, placing a hand on my chest as I stood on tiptoe.